This is just great, Marian. The ending and the lack of punctuation other than parentheticals so powerful. The actual image is by someone named bel-- something. Hedgewitch would know as she posted the true photo on her fb once. I just saw it at met-- thanks. K.

The sense of something broken that suggests its wholeness almost more vividly than something whole could do--an ambiguity that drives perception, and a very sharp poem to frame it, Marian. That photo is terrifying..

The self is burbling alembic, for sure, and vessel sometimes looks in hindisght like a toidy. That ribbing aside, you go right into what the heart does, turning experience into soul. Mythologizing the mess. Emerson hated what books had become. In the hand, he said, a book should be a ball of fire.

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